This is the first year I have had actual success at growing basil! So far, (knocks wood) nothing has attacked it, and it is growing like crazy. So yesterday I transplanted the two basil plants out of their pots and into a planter, so they could have more elbow room. This morning, while they were all fragrant, I went out and cut them back to half their size. This yielded around 4 cups of leaves, which sent me in search of a pesto recipe. And I dragged the bigass food processor out of the closet and fired it up.
My son gave me that food processor a few years ago - I had asked for one. I was thinking of a wee little Cuisinart baby gadget - Boy, being a GUY, felt bigger was better, more power, Arrgh arrgh arrgh. So he bought me this model, which really is fabulous and could double as a wood chipper. Good thing the basil was prolific enough to do it justice - I actually doubled the recipe, and had plenty of room.
Dinner was of course pasta with pesto - and that will be lunch tomorrow, too. I'm thinking it may top salmon one night this week, and then there's still a load in the freezer to pass along to Girlchild.
Girlchild and her BF are at the Magic vs. Celtics game tonight. I care not a bit for basketball - I have been to college games and a pro game, and basketball still doesn't thrill me. It even ranks behind baseball, and I don't like baseball much either. Sports-watching-wise, I'm strictly a football gal. So I'm not at all jealous that I'm not there. But they have AMAZING seats, scored at the last minute when someone else couldn't use them, and just because she's there, I will actually offer a sincere, Go Magic. I understand that is what we are supposed to say, right? Okay. Go Magic. Whoo.